CHAPTER 73 — THE NIGHT THAT DID NOT END
Night did not fall all at once.
It settled.
Slowly. Heavily.Like a lid being lowered over something that was still breathing.
The Azure Dragon–affiliated recovery center drifted silently among layered cloud belts, its defensive arrays glowing faintly like distant stars. From the outside, it looked peaceful. Protected. Untouchable.
Inside, no one slept.
Ling Yifan stood perfectly still outside the recovery chamber.
His spear rested against the wall beside him, upright, hand within immediate reach. His posture was straight, disciplined, immaculate.
Too immaculate.
The transparent chamber wall revealed Long Hao suspended in restorative fluid, body wrapped in healing sigils and stabilizing bands of light. Tubes fed energy directly into his circulation. Monitors pulsed with soft, rhythmic tones.
Too slow.
Ling Yifan's jaw tightened.
He had fought monsters taller than towers.He had stood against Dragon-tier horrors and not stepped back.
